'... What people post to listserves and what they put out when they're Really writing are two different things ...' That's certainly what Tim asserted some time ago. But I wonder. I don't doubt we all take greater care with our more serious stuff. Yet it seems to me that in the gossipy, informal letters of Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Woolf, Waugh, Greene, Rowse, Nicolson, of almost any good writer whose correspondence has been put out to the public there remains the tell-tale vitality, the attack, the imprint of style & attitude that informs their more considered work. I simply find it difficult to believe that what you would presumably call a REAL writer can easily put his name to conscious crap. And I STILL think that if I'd been turned down by 38 - thirty eight - agents I'd be less than wholly confident about the value - or at least the marketability - of my offerings. Scottie B.